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Will Bittner Aug 29
The eyes of God must look down in ecstasy
When He sees all He's made.
In the reaches beyond comprehension
His astral fingers stretch
Into the emptiness of wonders once born
And colossi long since dead
As the glowing limbs of seraphim
Stretch across the stars
Bringing light and wonder new to places oh so far.
Bhill Jul 29
Every morning I put words together
The words are supposed to have meaning
The meanings are to be felt by you
The feelings of the words should be personal to you
Each of you looks at the words from a different view
The view is vast and endless
And so it goes on....
The endless and vast world of words

Brian Hill - 2019 # 189
What do you feel?
Ken Pepiton Jul 28
there's this old crow,

comes around most mornings to perch in
the momma pine who
sowed her chil'ren
down *****.

The crow seems to speak through a bluetooth
of nature

he caws asif conversing, re-plying layers
of nuance on my mileau.

Listen, I say to him,
I want you to be my friend.

He sits, quiet.
Not disturbing my peace.

I take that for a yes.
Peace, be still
Eric Jul 8
This pain in my chest is frightening.
The strain of arrest tightening.
I can feel deep down inside of me .
Openly discovering .
Natural habits I couldn't see .
What does it take to believe?
In the light ,
Before the darkness is only perceived.
Clouds of hate with rains that come with a fee.
Every day the spitting image of blasphemy.
It's likely ,
I've gaven every part of me .
Nothing left but a empty blue sea .
Not a boat in sight to save me .
I try so hard to stay afloat of all my dreams.
But soon to be dragged down to the depths
Underneath what is known as our society.
C Cavierre May 29
floating...
white noise...
coldness...
so bright...

numbness...
closed eyes...
speechless...
too much...

white clouds...
vast skies...
bound here...
can't fly...

smiling...
hurting...
frozen...
lying...

moving..
stilln­ess...
turning...
falling...

so weak...
so sick...
so meek...
so wrong...

"be busy"...
"be something"...
I get it...
I'm nothing...

nowhere to go...
running away...
I wish for...
a gentle place...

dreamless...
wretched...
childish...
end this...

"move on"...
"can't die"...
who decided that...

breathing,
drowning;

loving,
killing;

crying,
living;
­
crowded,
lonely;

what's the difference
Wellspring May 15
I wonder what is to come;
what will be.
The future is inexplicable and vast;
full of possibility and promise,
devastation and destruction.

No one knows their future
mysterious and cloaked in darkness
so much of it shall come at chance;
the good
and the bad.

As I can't connect
everything with everything,
Life shall go on
And I shall stay in my state
of innocent bliss.
um. yeah. little stressed about having to figure out what I'm doing with my life at the end of this year.
Shiny summer day
Under vast blue sky
Murmuring honey bee
Moving over velvety petals
Enchanting Melody of its existence
Reposing the joy all over in empty heaven
Poem Format : Acrostic Poem
Cameron Alix Mar 21
Dear Mr. Sunshine,
I always paint you pictures–
Large, sweeping canvases
of my ramblings. Often,
my paintbrush is hazy.
Fogged up with the tropical,
heavy-weight air of future-obsession.
Incertitude-crazy.

Mr. Sunshine,
You are quiet humility.
You are imperfect and simultaneously
You are flawless.
Your kindness is the vastness
of the West. Exceeding.
And lawless.

My Sunshine,
You paint my murky canvas
Adoringly
so yellow.
my boyfriend is the sweetest
Sometimes late at night when can't sleep, I look upon night sky think to
my self what Is out
there far beyond that to which I can see with my eyes
There has to be something out there far beyond this planet we live, out there somewhere In the universe other life forms
that
are probably looking back at our planet and saying exactly the same there has to be another life form out there somewhere In this vast wilderness of
space
We can't be just the only life form In this vast expanse of space all these habitable planets
Kaitlin Evers Feb 27
I cast my eyes, and no matter where
they fall or rise, I know You are there

You fill spaces vast,
here and in the past

All unfilled days ahead, You're in my heart and head,
when I lay down in bed, and everywhere I tred

Though I cannot see, it gives me esprit,
to know who's by me created earth and sea

I am filled with hopeful wishes
as I look at all You made,
from the sky down to the fishes,
You are my everlasting shade
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